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Message Sent: 21/11/22

Alias: Blue

Dear Luna,

I’m sorry it's been a while since we've spoken.

We'd been trying to get out of the city for a while, hiding for months in the forests just beyond the border. We scavenged for supply's in local towns and outposts at night, managing to keep out of sight, or so we thought. It all happened so fast, the enforcers came out of nowhere, we tried to fight, but they over powered us. Next thing I knew there was a bag over my head and I was being pulled across the rough terrain. They threw me in the back of a truck, and I must've hit my head because the next thing I knew I was here.

The Isle Of Dirt, a prison built by the DRP to house enemies of the state. They call it a 'detention centre', but that's just a way to disguise its real purpose. Anyone that ends up here ceases to exist.

I’ve been trying to keep my spirit up, but the fire that I once felt, now scolds me. There’s a weight to the air here, like I’m submerged. It’s cold outside, the sea’s icy breeze finds it's way through cracks in the gaunt concrete. I feel so alone, at night I lay in my cell, too tired to fight back against the darkness, it pulls me closer.

I don't know where the others are, maybe they were taken here too? I found out Jono and Ollie were being held in the next block over, I need to find them. But it's hard to move without surveillance, the guards patrol in intervals, like phantoms, silent and dictating our every move.

For now I'm stuck here, in the twilight, staring up at the moon, my only companion.

Always,

Blue

Message Sent: 04/03/23

Alias: Blue

Dear Luna,

I managed to make contact with Ayhan and Larry.

We've been forming a plan. Each time we're taken through the back rooms, on our way to be interrogated, we weave down corridors and darkened halls where torture echos throughout. I've started to understand the layout of our circular cell block and how it mirrors the others. In the centre there's a building unlike ours, but I'm not too sure who or what is held there.

Escape will be difficult. The walls of the prison are too high to scale and the grounds are lit by huge spotlights that would surly see us. We pass information when we can, our interactions are brief, momentary looks, whispered findings, but it's all we have.

On my last few trips, as I'm lead down the stairwell and into the bottom level, I've noticed these doors. They look different from the others in the prison, I think they lead to the centre building. They've been marked with this letter 'A' and men in lab coats hurry in and out whenever I pass.

Whatever's going on in there, I think it's the key to our esc-/ …..

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Message Sent: 14/10/23

Alias: Blue

Dear Luna,

We did it, we escaped.

There's so much to explain and not a lot of time. We found out that in the centre building there's access to a waste disposal tunnel that leads out of the prison. I've spent the last few months bartering and trading for information on where it is and how to get to it. Finally I found out.

Two nights ago, just as we planned, as we were being lead back to our cell block after dinner, we staged a riot. We fought our way out and down the stairwell to those doors, the ones marked with the letter 'A'. Finding a way through and into the hallway beyond, we barricaded the doors behind us. As we moved further into the centre building, we passed various rooms, all labelled with different scientific jargon. The room we were looking for, where the tunnel was located read 'BIO-TESTING'.

Inside there were dozens of vats stacked against the back wall, they each had tubes running out and into rows of tall, cylindrical glass pods. I peered into one through the murky liquid, what stared back at me I will never forget. It was Jono, horrifically mutilated, veins bulging out of his neck, his skin was scar'd and his eyes looked lifeless. In the tank next to his was another body, I could only hope it wasn't who I thought. I winced as I got closer, but my fears were confirmed, it was Ollie.

There wasn't enough time to get them out, to save them. I could hear the guards trying to get through the doors. Next to each pod was a folder, filled with brain scans and medical reports, I took both Jono and Ollie's and just as the guards broke through the doors we ran. Crawling through the waste disposal tunnel for what felt like hours, eventually we came out at a rancid pooling of water on the other side of the island.

I can see the prison way off in the distance, it looks so unintimidating from where I'm stood now. But I can’t stop thinking about what they did to Jono and Ollie. Stamped on all those documents is a name: APOPLEXYTECH. Who are they? What were they doing to them?

Now's not the time to be asking questions, the ocean wind is tearing at our skin and I know they'll be looking for us. Tonight, under the cover of darkness we cross the sea, back to the shore, back home.

I will watch for you in the night sky.

Always,

Blue

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[ Notice Of Termination ]

This server breaches state law, the termination of 'subnet.dirt' has been scheduled for the 30th October 2023 by the Department Of Order. All contents are hereby claimed as state property and under the Traitors Act (1996) and the Digital Defence Law (2005) any persons found in possession or with access to this information will be detained by order of the DRP.

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